Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Index,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.